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main/monster blog: monstrslair ask/rp blog for my gasters

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I'll pull this from the main blog to put here too :V

Hello hello! I'm monstr, 25, they/them, and welcome to my undertale/deltarune blog! My interest in the fandom wanes and waxes these days, cropping up ever so often in the brainrot, but will always have a special place as a big influence in my life.

Main blog: @monstrslair

Tags: Art tag- monstrart quq- queue tag friend art tag and theres a bunch of other tags just to sort of organize things to look back on again (not very organized at times :V)

Can’t really sin on this site anymore, but disclaimer for violence, blood, gore, body horror, vulture culture, and other possibly serious topics (big advocate in exploring darker topics- creativity not reality; fantasy situations does not mean I condone the same happening irl)

given, there are limits, as with anything; underage shit, zoo, ect; go get some therapy

Again can’t really make this 18+ anymore, but I wouldn’t really recommend you be here if you’re like 17 and under? This blog can occasionally contain suggestive material and its personally uncomfortable with the risk of exposing minors to said content.

I have every right to block you, be that for harassment, art theft, or general assery

DO NOT repost my art, please reblog to share, but don't just steal my art, or anyone else's for that matter

If you enjoy my blog, but need me to tag a trigger or a squick, please tell me

LGBTQAA+ and trans accepting; being a bigot will not fly here

don’t be a dick

Have fun, unfollow if you want or need, and this site does have blacklists for both blogs and tags

#monstrart #blog intro #pinned post

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

A creep with..... repulsive....but what the hell was this cannibal mage? And what was she speaking of? And not magic? "Magic." He cast a small fireball over the hole in the palm of his hand. "Dark or light is still magic." He wasn't very good at fire magic, but asgore had taught him what he could.

fear-my-giggles

Bee flinched but looked to the hand “woah… that’s beautiful” she mumbled softly. She looks to him now. Those pupils flexing into slits briefly. She smelt both human and monster. She slowly inched herself to her feet, back firmly pressed against the tree still “listen I ain’t looking for trouble from ya. I’m not looking to fight.”

He closed his palm to snuff the flame, but caught the shift in her eyes. And there, with the reflective breath he took, he caught the hint, under the woodland and blood and corpse....up here? "You're a halfling...."

#rp #fear-my-giggles #deer in the headlights

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

A creep with..... repulsive....but what the hell was this cannibal mage? And what was she speaking of? And not magic? "Magic." He cast a small fireball over the hole in the palm of his hand. "Dark or light is still magic." He wasn't very good at fire magic, but asgore had taught him what he could.

#rp #fear-my-giggles #deer in the headlights

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

Well, he had wanted a chase tonight. Not the one he'd anticipated, but all the well. He paid the corpse no mind as he launched after her on all fours, a predator in every right. Blood and roses...crystalline blue eyes....

fear-my-giggles

“Freaking take out a pedo and this is what I fucking get” she glances back briefly and weaves through trees “fuck fuck fuck”

She glances around and jumps into the shadows. Dead silence for like 5 seconds till she pops up on a branch from a tree behind him and instantly falls to the ground. She did not have great footing and it was a dead limb.

There was a thud and rustling of leaves before a soft groan could be heard “ow…”

He was bounding right on her tail, but skids in the leaf litter as she disappears. Magic. That was magic. Dark magic at that...it almost felt like the void ... He shouldn't have been surprised with how he first saw her, but a mage was an even bigger problem.

But there she was again. He whipped around at her blunder. Rising to a hunch with a slight growl, skeletal phantom hands materializing around him. "Mage...."

fear-my-giggles

Bee scrambles back, teeth bared and hissing like a cornered street cat as her back hit a trunk of a tree. Eyes wide with adrenaline and fear of death or worse.

At first glance she did look human but she had sharp claws and sharp little teeth. She was scarred and a tad underfed.

She raised her hands, ready to block if he lashed out at her. A flash of confusion ran across her face when he said Mage. She blinks “I’m sorry but what?”

"Or is it witch?" What was she playing at? She didn't seem very threatening with her lack of offense and blunder with trying to teleport away, but he wasn't going to let his guard down. She was plenty capable of she could drag a body through the brush, much less however she'd despatched him. Wallock was as taught as a bowstring, ready to pounce.

fear-my-giggles

Bee looked absolutely confused “witch? Are you just trying not to call me a bitch? If ya are hunting me down at least insult me right” her hit count was super high but she wasn’t choosing to attack. She was looking for a way to escape. He wasn’t a target of hers and honestly this stranger was confusing her.

The confusion was mutual. What? Even the spectral hands around him lowered a bit, those long pointed ears flicking flatter to his skull too. "....forgive me if I don't find a human with dark magic dragging a corpse around... concerning...."

#rp #fear-my-giggles #deer in the headlights #pfff

@fear-my-giggles yknow, after all these years, I dont think I've ever tried to draw bee :V and wallocks being as stubborn as ever and I've gone trough so many layers trying to get him right

#fear-my-giggles #monstrart #wallock #wip

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

Well, he had wanted a chase tonight. Not the one he'd anticipated, but all the well. He paid the corpse no mind as he launched after her on all fours, a predator in every right. Blood and roses...crystalline blue eyes....

fear-my-giggles

“Freaking take out a pedo and this is what I fucking get” she glances back briefly and weaves through trees “fuck fuck fuck”

She glances around and jumps into the shadows. Dead silence for like 5 seconds till she pops up on a branch from a tree behind him and instantly falls to the ground. She did not have great footing and it was a dead limb.

There was a thud and rustling of leaves before a soft groan could be heard “ow…”

He was bounding right on her tail, but skids in the leaf litter as she disappears. Magic. That was magic. Dark magic at that...it almost felt like the void ... He shouldn't have been surprised with how he first saw her, but a mage was an even bigger problem.

But there she was again. He whipped around at her blunder. Rising to a hunch with a slight growl, skeletal phantom hands materializing around him. "Mage...."

fear-my-giggles

Bee scrambles back, teeth bared and hissing like a cornered street cat as her back hit a trunk of a tree. Eyes wide with adrenaline and fear of death or worse.

At first glance she did look human but she had sharp claws and sharp little teeth. She was scarred and a tad underfed.

She raised her hands, ready to block if he lashed out at her. A flash of confusion ran across her face when he said Mage. She blinks “I’m sorry but what?”

"Or is it witch?" What was she playing at? She didn't seem very threatening with her lack of offense and blunder with trying to teleport away, but he wasn't going to let his guard down. She was plenty capable of she could drag a body through the brush, much less however she'd despatched him. Wallock was as taught as a bowstring, ready to pounce.

#rp #fear-my-giggles #deer in the headlights

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

Well, he had wanted a chase tonight. Not the one he'd anticipated, but all the well. He paid the corpse no mind as he launched after her on all fours, a predator in every right. Blood and roses...crystalline blue eyes....

fear-my-giggles

“Freaking take out a pedo and this is what I fucking get” she glances back briefly and weaves through trees “fuck fuck fuck”

She glances around and jumps into the shadows. Dead silence for like 5 seconds till she pops up on a branch from a tree behind him and instantly falls to the ground. She did not have great footing and it was a dead limb.

There was a thud and rustling of leaves before a soft groan could be heard “ow…”

He was bounding right on her tail, but skids in the leaf litter as she disappears. Magic. That was magic. Dark magic at that...it almost felt like the void ... He shouldn't have been surprised with how he first saw her, but a mage was an even bigger problem.

But there she was again. He whipped around at her blunder. Rising to a hunch with a slight growl, skeletal phantom hands materializing around him. "Mage...."

#rp #fear-my-giggles #deer in headlights

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

Well, he had wanted a chase tonight. Not the one he'd anticipated, but all the well. He paid the corpse no mind as he launched after her on all fours, a predator in every right. Blood and roses...crystalline blue eyes....

#rp #fear-my-giggles #deer in headlights #pfff bee just books it X3

Some of my favorite deltarune drawings <3 ( i have so much art to repost omg )

summer again

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

fear-my-giggles

Little did he know this hunt would bring him a bit of a surprise…

The woods was quiet, a night where the stars whispered to the fading moon and the wild seem to run free even more. That night a certain five foot tall figure was passing through. With long dark curly hair and icy blue eyes, Bloody Bee was currently dragging off a victim that was easily twice her size.

Her hunt went really well at the look of things. Her hands were full with dragging the kill off into the woods so she held a severed arm in her mouth as she worked.

The stakeout was easy enough, perched in a tree. He watched on as racoons and opossums and even a fox or two skittered about, listening out for the dainty, but heavier steps he was waiting for, but enjoying the hoots and chirps of the rest of the nightlife. The sun had long dipped on his preferred light level, but that could be to his advantage. His patience was rewarded soon enough anyway as the herd wandered near. And good, no gyftrot looked to be in the mix

fear-my-giggles

Well the herd was use to Bee’s antics. The tiny woman dragged the dead body past as a few sniffed at her for treats. She tries to tell him “hi sweet babies. No cookies today” but she had that severed arm in her mouth.

Bee had no clue there was someone hunting the deer herd. Had no idea another soul was out there. She would had gone a different way.

Watching the herd, he noted a few choice targets. Repressed instinct resurfaced like putting on an old coat. And then the wind shifted, and the scent of blood, a fresh hearty scent of blood, hit him full force...and a hint of roses...And there was a figure, wandering right through the herd, with a....That was a body. He didn't even know what to make of the scene- A human dragging a body right through a herd of very calm if not curious deer...The deer's mannerisms were more surprising than a murder...But a murderer also meant likely danger to monsters. Perhaps, switching targets were in order.

fear-my-giggles

Bloody Bee paused and looked around briefly, feeling eyes on her. She paused, unable to see him yet. She still had the severed arm in her mouth and the corpse was human.

She waits in stillness, the deer still nudging for treats. Bee’s shoulders drop a bit before taking a moment to pet a deer. She then continues dragging the body away

Or she doesn't at a heavy form landing on the corpse. It was a risky move, but subtlety wasn't in the cards right now. The general rose to his full height, defenses high at facing this strange woman.

#rp #deer in the headlights #fear-my-giggles

animated the thornring scene from deltarune chapter 4 weird route!

Noelle Holiday in cute clothes 🍂🦌

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

fear-my-giggles

Little did he know this hunt would bring him a bit of a surprise…

The woods was quiet, a night where the stars whispered to the fading moon and the wild seem to run free even more. That night a certain five foot tall figure was passing through. With long dark curly hair and icy blue eyes, Bloody Bee was currently dragging off a victim that was easily twice her size.

Her hunt went really well at the look of things. Her hands were full with dragging the kill off into the woods so she held a severed arm in her mouth as she worked.

The stakeout was easy enough, perched in a tree. He watched on as racoons and opossums and even a fox or two skittered about, listening out for the dainty, but heavier steps he was waiting for, but enjoying the hoots and chirps of the rest of the nightlife. The sun had long dipped on his preferred light level, but that could be to his advantage. His patience was rewarded soon enough anyway as the herd wandered near. And good, no gyftrot looked to be in the mix

fear-my-giggles

Well the herd was use to Bee’s antics. The tiny woman dragged the dead body past as a few sniffed at her for treats. She tries to tell him “hi sweet babies. No cookies today” but she had that severed arm in her mouth.

Bee had no clue there was someone hunting the deer herd. Had no idea another soul was out there. She would had gone a different way.

Watching the herd, he noted a few choice targets. Repressed instinct resurfaced like putting on an old coat. And then the wind shifted, and the scent of blood, a fresh hearty scent of blood, hit him full force...and a hint of roses...And there was a figure, wandering right through the herd, with a....That was a body. He didn't even know what to make of the scene- A human dragging a body right through a herd of very calm if not curious deer...The deer's mannerisms were more surprising than a murder...But a murderer also meant likely danger to monsters. Perhaps, switching targets were in order.

#rp #deer in the headlights #fear-my-giggles

Meetings, politics, press- the surface seemed even more troublesome than it used to be. It was loud and bright and chaotic and messy, overwhelming after centuries underground and then nothingness for what felt like eternity. But monsterkind was back and they were free under the sun and stars and clouds, and he was free again...But even the general needed a break. His usual haunt would typically find him at grillby's or in the seclusion of the lab, but a different pasttime was calling to him today.

He hadn't had a good hunt since before the underground, not outside of a rowdy monster or the rare fallen human; not a true hunt. But up here he had plenty of choice and plenty of range. And there were plenty of deer.

fear-my-giggles

Little did he know this hunt would bring him a bit of a surprise…

The woods was quiet, a night where the stars whispered to the fading moon and the wild seem to run free even more. That night a certain five foot tall figure was passing through. With long dark curly hair and icy blue eyes, Bloody Bee was currently dragging off a victim that was easily twice her size.

Her hunt went really well at the look of things. Her hands were full with dragging the kill off into the woods so she held a severed arm in her mouth as she worked.

The stakeout was easy enough, perched in a tree. He watched on as racoons and opossums and even a fox or two skittered about, listening out for the dainty, but heavier steps he was waiting for, but enjoying the hoots and chirps of the rest of the nightlife. The sun had long dipped on his preferred light level, but that could be to his advantage. His patience was rewarded soon enough anyway as the herd wandered near. And good, no gyftrot looked to be in the mix

#rp #deer in the headlights #fear-my-giggles

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Probably throwing these two here. They run a ghost train and like gardening.

On dark foggy nights, look for the abandoned tracks and listen out for the pound of the pistons. A trip anywhere or a one way ride. The ghost train arrives at midnight.

#ocs #percy and vernie #the train husbands

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